Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sri Lanka and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Music Machine to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scratch Acid,
Rakim,
Letta Mbulu,
The Durutti Column,
Roger Hodgson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sun City Girls,
Clear Light,
Davy DMX,
Scott Walker,
Guru Guru,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brand Nubian,
Adolescents,
June Days,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ludus,
Country Teasers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ken Boothe,
Juan Atkins,
The Real Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
Von Mondo,
Isaac Hayes,
Minor Threat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-101,
Tropical Tobacco,
World's Most,
The Cowsills,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gabor Szabo,
Faust,
Liliput,
Alphaville,
Eddi Front,
Angry Samoans,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Soft Cell,
Ice-T,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jacques Brel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Derrick Morgan,
Eli Mardock,
Ponytail,
Goldenarms,
The Young Rascals,
Lalann,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kerri Chandler,
Mo-Dettes,
Funkadelic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fluxion,
The Slits,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.